Just a Naughty Little Ficlet (No Update, edit)

Disclaimer: All recognizable characters belong to JKR. All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Chapter 1 ~ Missed Opportunity

Forced down to her knees, the blindfold was suddenly pulled off of Hermione’s face. The frightened witch looked up into the hard black eyes of her former Professor, Severus Snape.

“Surprise,” he purred.

“Professor,” the witch breathed, her heart in her throat.

Hermione looked around. They were in a small stone room with no apparent exit. There was a huge four-poster bed draped in black bedding and nothing else. She looked up at the wizard.

“No need to ask why you are here, Miss Granger. For my pleasure and your fulfillment,” the wizard said silkily, “I caught you in compromising positions with Mr. Weasley three times during your last year at Hogwarts. Once behind the humpbacked witch, once in the room of requirement, and once in the Quidditch shower room. So you are no shy virgin, witch.”

“You have no right to do this,” Hermione said, “This is rape, Professor. Rape.”

The Potions Master looked at the witch consideringly.

“Miss Granger. When I discovered you with Mr. Weasley, I didn’t immediately stop your ‘engagement.’ I looked into your mind, to see how you were enjoying him. Imagine my surprise when I saw myself fucking you. You were fantasizing about me while fucking him,” the wizard said with a smirk. “And all three times your mind was focused on me.”

Hermione colored. She’d been busted.

The wizard continued.

“You never had the nerve to approach me and tell me that you wanted me. I was…shall we say…intrigued by the thought. In fact, I waited to see what you would do. But for a Gryffindor, you showed extraordinary cowardice. Then you graduated and left me unfulfilled. You see, I would love to fuck a young and brilliant witch such as you. You are a pretty witch, small and curvaceous like I like. And I know you desire me…and how you desire me. You want to be manhandled. Mr. Weasley wasn’t able to give you what you needed. I’ve been watching you, Miss Granger. I know you’ve broken it off with the wizard. You haven’t been with any man in months. Are you randy, witch?” the wizard asked her. “Do you want your fantasy fulfilled? Do you want your bastard of a Potions Master to give you what you need?”

“This…is…rape,” Hermione breathed, her belly tight.

Yes, she did have a thing for the wizard. She wanted to be dominated by him, but this wasn’t the right way for him to go about it. Suddenly, the wizard caught her by the arm. Then they were standing in Knockturn Alley.

The Potions Master released Hermione's arm, his dark eyes glittering down at her.

“You can go, Miss Granger. Your opportunity is past. I took you this way because I believed it would play into your fantasies about me. I had no intentions of forcing myself on you…though there would have been some force if you had accepted me. I think you would have welcomed it, witch. Now, we’ll never know will we? Goodbye, Miss Granger,” the wizard said, disapparating.

Hermione stood there, staring at the empty spot the wizard had just occupied. Despite her protestations, she had a terrible ache between her thighs. She hadn’t known he would release her like this. It seemed as if he had intended to just take her despite her protestations. Rape meant Azkaban however. She doubted he wanted to go to prison, no matter how much he wanted to fuck her.

Hermione apparated from the Alley to her flat. Normally she would have gone to a public apparition point. There were heavy penalties for free form apparition. But in Knockturn Alley those penalties were rarely enforced.

Hermione sat down in the armchair and stared into the fire. She had been walking down Diagon Alley when a hand reached out and yanked her into a niche. Her mouth was covered, then she heard a disillusionment spell whispered. A blindfold was yanked down over her head, then the next thing she knew, she was apparated someplace else and forced to her knees.

“Damn,” she breathed. “I should have gone along with it. I bet he would have been amazing. Well, I blew it.”

That night she had a very erotic dream of the Professor fucking her from behind, one pale fist wrapped tightly in her hair, and the other pale hand slapping her buttocks as he rammed into her over and over, his head thrown back and his face contorted with pleasure. She orgasmed in her sleep and woke.

“Oh gods,” she breathed, the back of her nightgown soaked from her release.

Why hadn’t she let the wizard fuck her?

Because she was an idiot, that’s why. Professor Snape would have given her the best sex of her life…not that she had been with anyone but Ron, but still…just his touch would probably make her come. She wanted him just that badly. The idea of the wizard looking down at her with those cold, dark eyes, his lips curled into a lascivious sneer as he fucked her just made her want to melt into a puddle.

With that nose, she bet his cock was huge.

“Damn it,” Hermione cursed again, reaching for her wand on the nightstand and scourgifying herself and her bed. She flopped back down in it, drawing the covers over her.

“Well, it’s too late now,” she said, rolling over and trying to sleep. It took quite a while.

After two weeks a very exhausted Hermione Granger stared at herself in the mirror. She had little bags under her eyes from lack of sleep and she had to use pepper-up potion every morning before she went to her entry level job at the Ministry. After a year, the Ministry would pay for university courses so she could become a Spells Mistress. But she had been giving a poor showing the past couple of weeks, making senseless errors. She had been called into the supervisor’s office twice about her carelessness. She told him she was distracted.

“Well, you’d better get back on track, Hermione. You know this position is very competitive. You can be replaced and will be if you make another error,” the wizard told her.

“Hermione,” she said to her reflection. “You’ve got to get it together…and there’s only one way to do that. You’re going to have to go and see Professor Snape and get him to finish what he started or you’ll never get a decent night’s sleep again.”

Hermione had a feeling that this was going to be quite the ordeal. Professor Snape was not the sweetest wizard in the world. Once he saw how randy she was, more than likely he was going to give her a hard time before he gave her a hard time. He’d probably bring up the “missed opportunity” line again.

Was she willing to jump through hoops to get in the wizard’s bed?

After the past two weeks? Hell yes.

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Severus was in his office late, grading tests. As usual the marks were deplorable. It was about eight o’clock and he was tired. The wizard put down his quill, sat back in his swivel chair and rubbed his eyes. Enough torture. He was going to have a firewhiskey and go to bed. The wizard was just about to stand up when there was a knock on the door. He scowled. Who could that be this late in the evening? If it was a student, he or she could count on losing a few house points.

“Come in,” he said snarkily.

Slowly the door opened, and Hermione Granger walked in, looking decidedly uncomfortable.

Well, well now.

“Miss Granger. What brings you to my office at this late hour?” the wizard said, his dark eyes sweeping over the witch. He knew what brought her.

He did. It certainly took the witch long enough.

“I…I needed to see you, Professor,” Hermione said in a small voice, taking a seat in the rickety wooden chair the wizard provided for visitors.

Severus arched an eyebrow at her. This was going to be rather fun.

“What could you possibly want to see me about? You are no longer a student here, Miss Granger,” he said, fighting back a lascivious smirk. He could tell the witch wanted him; just by the way she wouldn’t meet his eyes. She was torn, and he liked it. Very much.

“It’s a…a personal matter,” Hermione replied, trying to figure out just how she was going to tell the dark wizard she wanted to be fucked by him.

Severus sat back in his chair and folded his arms across his chest.

“A personal matter? Do tell, Miss Granger,” he purred at her.

Hermione colored. Dear gods.

“Well, since our last…um…meeting, I haven’t been able to sleep very well…and…and my work’s been suffering at the Ministry…and…” she began.

“It sounds like you need to visit an apocathery rather than me, Miss Granger. What can I possibly do about your lack of sleep and problems at work?” he said, his dark eyes glinting at the witch.

Hermione began to twist her hands together nervously.

“Well you are the reason I can’t sleep and am distracted,” she said, her voice cracking a bit.

“And why is that?” he asked her, cocking his head.

“Because I keep dreaming about you,” the witch confessed, feeling a bit nauseous now.

“Having nightmares about my ill treatment of you at Hogwarts?” he asked.

Hermione felt a bit angry now. She was sure the wizard knew what kind of dreams she was having. He wasn’t making this easy at all.

Severus smirked openly now.

“No. Dreams of a more…erotic nature,” Hermione said, blinking rapidly, her stomach flipping over at telling the snarky Professor this.

Severus leveled his eyes on her again. She was wearing blue robes and her hair curled softly around her shoulders. She had a small mouth with full lips. He felt a throb as he imagined those lips stretched around his glistening cock.

“So, what would you have me do about that, witch?” he asked her, his voice taking on a sensual, silky timbre that went straight to Hermione’s thighs.

“Help me make the dreams go away so I can sleep and function normally again,” Hermione replied.

Severus considered her.

“That’s not the answer I’m looking for. I want an answer that’s more…honest,” he said to the witch.

Hermione tried again.

“I want you to give me another opportunity,” she said.

Severus shook his head.

“More direct,” he said softly, feeling an erection coming on.

Hermione looked at the wizard. Gods, he was going to make her say it straight out.

“All right. All right,” the witch said, her voice breaking. “I want to be fucked by you, Professor.”

Severus felt a powerful throb at Hermione’s admission, but he hid his reaction.

“You and several other hot little witches I know,” he replied. “However, the others do not interest me. You do.”

Hermione felt a delicious shudder as the wizard expressed his desire for her. Then he scowled slightly.

But, you turned me down once. How do I know you won’t do it again, Miss Granger? Cold feet and all that.”

Hermione stared at him. The answer should be obvious.

“You should know because I came here to you,” she replied, a bit of irritation in her voice. “Because I’ve given in to my desire.”

”You haven’t yet, witch,” he replied silkily. “I think…I think I would like a bit of proof you are willing to engage me this time.”

Hermione’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted proof? What kind of proof?

”What kind of proof?” she asked. Gods, did he want to fuck her right here…or a blow job? She felt a little wetness trickle down her thighs.

Severus chuckled.

“Don’t worry Miss Granger. I don’t plan to have you perform anything sexual for me. Well at least not anything that requires your touching me. However, I would like to see your breasts. Show them to me,” the wizard said, his eyes narrowing somewhat.

“My breasts?” she repeated slowly.

“Is there an echo in here? Either show me your breasts witch, or get out. I don’t have the time or inclination to play games with you,” Severus said severely. He was rock hard now.

Hermione felt a bit of excitement as the wizard made demands of her. Merlin, what would he be like behind closed doors when he had her at his mercy?

Hopefully not very merciful. She wanted him demanding, snarky and a bit…sadistic.

Slowly she began to unbutton her robes, the wizard’s dark eyes watching as she opened fastener after fastener. She wore a t-shirt underneath…and jeans. She opened her robes. Severus’ eyes washed over her large breasts. For a petite woman she had ample curves. He hoped her nipples were dark. He liked dark nipples rather than pink ones.

“Can I just pull up my shirt and bra?” she asked him.

The wizard made a sound of assent in the back of his throat. Severus was leaning forward now, his hands resting on his desk, staring at the witch. The look on his face was one of lust and expectancy. Hermione loved the way he was looking at her. He was showing emotion…something she had never witnessed before. He wouldn’t be completely cold when he fucked her…she could tell.

Hermione pulled up her shirt and bra, letting her breasts drop into view. The Potions Master drew in a sharp breath as he eyed their fullness and dark nipples, which were hardening.

“Very nice, Miss Granger,” he said, the silk in his voice a bit raw. “Now, caress them for me. Slowly.”

Extremely turned on, Hermione did as the wizard asked, slowly sliding her hands over her own curves as if caressing two full melons.

“Squeeze them. Hard,” the wizard groaned, one hand reaching for the bulge beneath his robes. Hermione did so, and the wizard hissed as the full flesh ballooned through her fingers.

“Now…now tweak your nipples,” he said in a low voice, rubbing himself gently through his robes. Hermione saw his arm moving back and forth, and could only imagine what was on the other side of that desk. She did as he asked, her eyes closing and her head leaning back as she imagined it was his hands she felt on her breasts.

“Yessss,” the wizard breathed. Suddenly he stopped rubbing and grimaced. He felt like ejaculating. He closed his eyes, his nostrils flaring as he fought climaxing.

“Cover yourself, Miss Granger,” he said hoarsely. “Immediately.”

Bewildered, Hermione did as he asked…pulling down her bra and stuffing her breasts into the cups, then pulling down her shirt.

“Are you covered?” the wizard asked, his eyes still closed.

“Yes,” Hermione replied, her own voice a bit husky. Gods she was so hot. If he wanted her right now, Hermione would have definitely given it up.

Severus opened his eyes and let out a sigh before focusing on Hermione.

“Very well. Leave me your address. I will pick you up at six this coming Friday,” he said, holding out a quill and piece of parchment.

Hermione touched his hand as she accepted the items and she felt a gush in reaction. Severus noticed her flushed look. The witch wanted him badly. He was sure if he drew close enough, he would smell her arousal. But he didn’t want to torment himself any more than he just had.

Hermione scrawled her address on the parchment and handed it back to him. The wizard read it, then looked up at his former student.

“I must warn you, Miss Granger, I am no Ronald Weasley. I am a mature wizard with strong needs and certain sexual preferences. You’d better be prepared for a very intense and thorough encounter with me,” he said.

Hermione was so turned on, she couldn’t speak. The witch stood up and shakily left the wizard’s office without a word. She was almost sure the back of her robes were soaked.

Severus stared at the closed door thoughtfully.

For her sake, the witch had better be prepared, and prepared well. He planned to have at her, but good.

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A/N: As I said in my Author’s note in the alternate “Victor” story, I had a lot of coffee today, hence the multiple stories. Luckily this is a PWP and probably will only contain one more chapter. I guess I am lemon oriented. Lol. Seems I always write lemons when stressed. Anyway, please review.